|farewell friend until tomorrow.
|where you are still nitpicking our diets and names.
|the potential is still there yet it's somehow unexpected.
|i'll show you courage if you show me responsibility.
|something lost long ago in trying to please everyone.
|in pleasing ourselves.
|if it feels good it must be right. right?
|so what's a child?
|a fetus or kink in sexual revolution and what am i?
|a threat, a kink in political consistency.
|more name games and more personal choice.
|so where's mine?
|or are you to deal me such luxuries.
|call me what i am and mean every word.
|be prepared to take yours.
|you see you're not alone.
|i'll show you responsibility if you show me reasoning.
|something you never possessed.
|you always coveted anger and vengeance.
|but for what?
|one less bite, one less burden.
|i'm sick of being the bastard.
|keep your fight and know i'll keep mine.
|On Being A Bastard